PRESCOTT: “My name is George Prescott the Third… and this mammoth man behind me is YOUR PWA Heavyweight Champion, the Siberian Psychopath, Victor Sokolov. But of course… y’all didn’t need me to tell you that. Every one of you uncultured hogs in the audience knows *exactly* who Victor Sokolov is. Any wrestling fan worth a damn knows that this company… this entire *industry* stands on the broad back of ONE man. Victor Sokolov is the man everybody is talking about. He is the straw that stirs the drink. It is by his good graces that each and every wrestler in that locker room draws a paycheck. Because he is THE attraction here in PWA.”
***Prescott sneers at the crowd as they boo.***
PRESCOTT: “But again… I didn’t need to tell any of you that. Y’all are stupid… but you’re not THAT stupid. No… that message was really for the benefit of one, small, stubborn man. Ya see… it appears that there is one individual in the locker room who seems to think, in some deluded way, that it is *his* opinion that matters. One man in the locker room seems to think that *his* paltry list of accomplishments entitles him to talk to all of you like he’s some sort of high-hat wearing vested stud. Of course, you know who I’m talking about. When it comes to overblown egos, no swelled-head rises higher than the Surgical Specialist, Akira Wyld.”
***The crowd explodes in cheers as Prescott smiles and shakes his head.***
PRESCOTT: “Wylds Wylds Wylds… ya can’t take three steps backstage before tripping over one of Greco’s self-righteous spawn. How many of em’ work for this damn company again? Six? Eleven? Too many if ya ask me. Just last season, Victor Sokolov proved his point by crushing the only one of em’ that was worth a damn, Rebel Wyld. I’ll give that boy his due. He fought like a lion. Gave me a heck of a stir when he got a fluke roll-up on the champ. But how did that turn out for him in the end eh? All the time in the world to prepare and train and commune with his pretentious family… where did that get him? I’ll tell you where. He became just one more statistic. One more notch in the belt of the Siberian Psychopath.”
***Sokolov cracks his neck and stares blankly ahead.***
PRESCOTT: “And now his sawed-off little brother wants his turn. Now… you’ll have to bear with me here because I’m a little confused. Ya see, everyone I talk to in the industry says Akira Wyld is some kinda genius in the ring. They say that the ‘Surgical Speicalist’ can read an opponent like a book. They say the boy studies tape for hours a day, and trains long into the night… if ya can believe rhetoric like that. But let me ask you all this. If Akira Wyld is so smart… wouldn’t you *think* that by now, he’d have enough sense to see exactly how *hopeless* going toe-to-toe with Victor Sokolov is for him? THREE times Victor Sokolov has destroyed Akira Wyld in the ring. THREE times he has pinned or submitted the “smartest man in wrestling”. Oh sure… Wyld has some W’s over the champ. He managed to weasel his way into wins in a couple of multi-man matches. But guess what? He did that each time without ever beating Sokolov himself. What does the tell you about the Surgical Specialist eh? It tells *me* that he’s a silver-haired weasel who will short cut his way to a dirty win, and then say anything he has to to make his accomplishments sound better than they are. His career is one long fish story. The kind that grows every time he tells it.”
***Prescott frowns and nods at Sokolov.***
PRESCOTT: “And now… he’s dressed up his tale to make it seem like he and Sokolov are on some sort of parallel. He wants you all to think that this company has itself two lions all set for an epic showdown. And all of you sheep out here are just stupid enough to buy into that horsecrap. Well, it’s time to bring all of you back to earth and remind you just who your champion is, and what he can do. If Akira Wyld is so damn determined to be the next in line for the chopping block, then let’s not waste any time shall we? Last week, Wyld came out here and talked about the Sokolov Challenge. He said all he wanted was an opportunity to show he’s got what it takes to be recognized as the number one contender.”
***Prescott addresses the camera directly.***
PRESCOTT: “Well boy… you know how this works. You’ve seen it over and over for more than a season. You want a championship opportunity? Then you show up tomorrow on Assault. Win *that* qualifying match and you’ve got yourself a date with destiny. But I warn you Wyld. You are *so* desperate to take your shot. But I’m gonna tell you something that you should listen to real close. When you take that shot… you’d better make it count. Because IF you do end up going up against Victor Sokolov for the heavyweight title… that shot is the ONLY one you are ever going to get. It ain’t gonna be like when Damion Black beat your ass half to death and you had your season-long inspirational montage rebuilding yourself stronger than ever. When Victor Sokolov destroys you… you will be DONE. There will be nothing to rebuild. When Sokolov defeats you Wyld… he will END your career. That is a guarantee. So… bring your best at Assault Akira. Or maybe do the smarter thing, and don’t show up. Live to fight another day… just not against the Siberian Psychopath.”
***Prescott drops the microphone, smooths his lapels, and leads Sokolov out of the ring and down the ramp to a chorus of boos.***Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Thu Aug 05, 2021 3:07 am
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